Teasing Teacher

Ten years after graduating high school I still live in the same boring town. Sure, I’ve got a job that pays the bills but something is missing. After too many wasted credits, I stopped going to community college and just found what work I could find. Three failed relationships and a one-night-stand gone wrong later and I was on the verge of packing my stuff and driving until I ran out of gas and starting over.

That all changed with one flat tire.

I was on the side of a small road cursing my old car and venting my frustrations by whacking the flat tire with the tire iron. The spare I had just would not line up! I heard a car crunch over the gravel and stop just behind mine.

Great.

Wonderful.

Someone to see my shame.

I stood up, quickly smoothing down the short skirt I was wearing. I was too dressed up to be changing a tire on the side of the road. At least my interview was over already. I’d shed the suit coat I’d worn to be professional and was standing in heels, a tight tank top and skirt when I realized who was walking toward me.

My former English teacher. Fuck.

My senior year of high school, he’d starred in almost as many of my naughty fantasies as Chris Hemsworth had. I hadn’t seen him in nearly ten years and was hoping the attraction had only been raging teenage hormones but from what I saw walking toward me now, I knew I wasn’t that lucky. If anything, he was more gorgeous now. I could see the slight grey in his dark hair, a little bit of a dad bod going on and he was scruffy. Not fair.

I took a deep breath, smiled and waited for him to get closer.

“Abby?” He asked, shocked after searching my face for a moment. I’d changed quite a bit from the chubby teenager hanging on his every word ten years ago.

“Hi Mr. Ames, how are you?” I hoped my voice wasn’t shaking as much as it sounded in my head.

We made small talk as he bent down to slide the tire easily in place and secure the lug nuts. I couldn’t stop thanking him, even tried to give him money for stopping to help, he refused of course.

“At least let me buy you coffee for your trouble.” That, he accepted. He followed me to the local coffee shop and he led me to a booth out of the way of the main shop. We talked and laughed and before I knew it, we’d been there for three hours!

“I should let you get home to your wife,” I said feeling a pang of guilt and a lot of jealousy. Suddenly, his smile vanished, and he looked down at his hands. That’s when I noticed his ring was gone.

“We’re getting a divorce, Abby.” I wasn’t sure if he was sad or just resigned to the whole thing.

I put my hand lightly on his. “I’m sorry, Mr. Ames. I know it’s not easy.”

“Please, call me Jake, Abby. You’re an adult now and no longer in my class. You can call me Jake.”

I blushed a little and nodded. “Ok, Jake.” It felt weird. Almost disrespectful. I noticed he hadn’t moved his hand, in fact, he was staring at my fingers on his and I watched as he stroked my knuckles lightly. I tried to control a shiver.

“Well,” I said cautiously, “how about I make you dinner as a thank you for rescuing me earlier? My apartment isn’t far from here.” I held my breath, hoping I wasn’t crossing a line.

He kept his eyes on our fingers, “I’d like that. I’ll follow you over.”

On the short drive to my apartment I sent out a silent ‘Thank you’ to the universe for giving me the foresight to have completely cleaned my apartment recently and making sure I didn’t leave my discarded outfit choices all over like I usually do.

Our conversations became more and more personal as I made a simple dinner of grilled chicken Caesar salad and opened a bottle of wine. My table was small, our knees touched under it and he leaned closer to refill my glass a few times. I was ready to explode.

After putting our dishes in the dishwasher, we sat on my couch to continue talking. He told me how he realized that he and his wife never loved each other, and the split was very friendly and easy.

“I miss her in a way though,” he sighed. I doubted he realized he was playing with my hair, but it was driving me insane with lust.

“In what way?” I shifted slightly so my skirt edged up a little higher on my thighs, knowing he could see.

His lips quirked slightly with a light laugh. “We were quite compatible in bed.”

I could feel my racing heart pounding in my chest and throbbing between my legs. I took a chance.

“You mean you spooned well in bed?” I asked with a wide-eyed innocent look, a look completely contrasted by the low-cut tank and skirt I’d subtly wiggled even higher on my thighs.

He stared into my eyes and I almost melted at the look of pure lust I saw there.

“No, Abby,” he said in a low and very deep voice, “she was a great fuck.”

I shivered. I could feel my nipples tighten and I hoped he could see them.

I watched his hands reach for me, hoped he was going for my nipples and was surprised when I was suddenly sitting in his lap. I wiggled a little to press my barely covered pussy against the hard bulge in his pants. His groan and the twitch I felt between my legs made me bolder. I rocked my hips against him slowly and arched my back, so my aching tits were mere inches from his face.

One hand slapped my ass hard and the other slid under my hair to grab tight and pull my head back to expose my neck. He bit my neck roughly and growled in my ear.

“You’ll pay for that. I’ve been fantasizing about you for too long. You drove me wild when you were in school. There’s nothing stopping me now.” He roughly shoved me off his lap and told me to strip for him.

I stood there for a moment, mind hazy with lust and shaking with need. I inched the side zipper of my skirt down, forcing him to watch as every inch of skin was revealed. It caught on my hips and I turned around to wiggle it off, folding it slightly and draping it on the back of a chair. I kept my back to him as I slowly slid my tank top up and over my head. I half expected him to lunge for me but was pleasantly surprised when I turned to see him in the same spot on the couch, struggling to breathe normally and the bulge in his pants higher and visibly throbbing.

I stepped between his spread legs and released my bra. They’d filled out a bit more since high school, a surprisingly firm 36G above a hard-won flat stomach. I leaned forward, but just out of reach to toss my bra behind him on the couch. I heard his light moan quickly stifled. I turned away to bend and tug my panties off. My firm ass brushed his lap as I bent to pick up the strip of lace I’d just removed. His breath hissed out when he realized I was leaving the sky-high heels on. I turned, pausing so his eyes could travel down the length of my body.

Slowly I knelt in front of him. I stared into his eyes as I tugged his belt open, slid his zipper down and popped the button of his slacks open. Like a spring, his hard cock jumped up to greet me. I stroked him slowly over his boxers and grinned when he threw his head back and moaned. A little nudge was all that was needed to slide him out of the hole in his boxers. Fuck. He was bigger than I expected. The head was red and swollen and I could feel him throbbing in my hand.

“You weren’t the only one with fantasies,” I whispered a second before I slid my tongue over the tip to catch the bead of precum teasing me.

His hands fisted in my hair and he held on tightly while I slid my mouth down lower, lower, lower… until my nose was pressed against his stomach and I had his entire shaft as far in my throat as he could go. I swallowed, tightening my throat on him and felt him shake. He tried to pull my head up, but I tightened my lips and bobbed up and down rapidly. I could hear his breathing getting shallower, feel his cock twitching and his balls tightening.

I sucked hard and moaned, just in time for him to cum hard down my throat with a loud shout. I swallowed all his hot cum and kept my lips tight as I dragged them up his shaft to clean off any I missed. I stared into his eyes, licked the tip and grinned.

He stared at me, breathing hard, eyes glazed with lust.

“That wasn’t fair,” he said a little breathlessly.

I gave him a naughty grin. “You seemed to enjoy it anyway.”

“Oh, I did, but now you’re in even more trouble.”

He stood, tugged me to my feet and pulled me into my bedroom. He threw me on the bed and nearly ripped his clothes as he stripped. His cock was still hard and pulsing, I stared and licked my lips and wanted to suck him again. Before I could sit up, he was between my legs, kneeling beside the bed. I’m so glad I shaved just before my interview! He pushed my legs wide apart and held them, staring at my wet pussy until I squirmed.

“Hold your legs,” he commanded in a rough voice that nearly made me orgasm. I hooked my arms around my legs and spread them wider for him, earning a grin. His fingers trailed slowly down the back of my thighs, spread my aching lips wider and paused. I nearly screamed in frustration. It took a year for his face to lower enough, so I could feel his breath on my pulsing pussy. Another hundred years later his tongue flicked my hard clit. I moaned in desperation, thrusting my hips at him. He grinned up at me and while holding my gaze, he slid his tongue slowly inside my desperate pussy. My head fell back, I let out a breathless “fuck” and lifted my hips as much as I could.

“Please!” I begged, nearly sobbing with need.

“Please what?” He asked, lips brushing over me.

I let out a moan of need. “Please, make me cum.”

His control seemed to snap. I felt his tongue drive deep inside me while his fingers pinched my clit and rubbed. The next second he switched, sucking my clit and driving three fingers deeply into my tight hole, roughly thrusting them in and out, curling the tips to press hard against my gspot. I could do no more than gasp for breath and rock against him, desperate to cum. I felt his teeth scrape my clit and I lost it. The hardest orgasm I’d ever felt squirted out around his fingers, soaking his face and chest. I lay shaking on the bed, on the verge of pain from the intensity of the orgasm when I felt him part my legs again.

“I’m not done with you yet, we have at least ten-thousand more fantasies to act out.”

I shook from head to toe and moaned deeply as I felt the head of his cock press against my slit. He draped my ankles over his shoulder, gripped my legs and slid balls deep on the first thrust. I whimpered as I felt a deep orgasm start. He slid in and out slowly, pulling nearly all the way out then sliding in balls deep. He held me down, so I couldn’t thrust to speed him up.

Slowly, so slowly he slid in and out of my needy pussy. I tossed my head back and forth, begging him to fuck me hard and fast. Promising anything and everything I could think of to get him to go faster. He refused. I sobbed, clenched him tightly inside me, wiggled as much as I could – nothing worked. He was determined to drive me insane and wouldn’t stop until he accomplished his goal.

I stared up at him, totally at his mercy.

“Do you know what I would imagine during your class?” I asked in a throaty whisper.

His eyebrow arched but his deep thrusts remained the same slow, even movement.

“I imagined the class leaving, you telling me to stay behind to discuss a grade at the end of the day. I pictured you towering over me, bulge in your pants at eye level for me. You’d then tell me that my last paper was unacceptable and you really couldn’t give it anything other than an F! But maybe I’d like the opportunity to change your mind. You’d undo my school tie, putting it on the desk then open the buttons of my shirt, revealing what you suspected – I forgot my bra that morning! I imagined sliding your zipper down and sucking your hard cock deep into my throat.” I felt him speed up just a little. “In my favorite fantasy, you used my tie to bind my hands together so you could use my mouth any way you wanted and control me. You’d push me over on your desk and pound into me. Using me with little care or concern.” I felt his cock twitch hard inside me, he paused, trying desperately not to let his orgasm happen yet. “Then, when you’d satisfied yourself, filling me with your cum, you’d slap my ass and leave me there.”

“Fuck,” he groaned roughly and pounded into me. He threw his head back and slammed into me, harder and faster with every thrust. I was screaming now, fingers rolling and tugging at my nipples mindlessly whispering ‘please’ over and over again.

“I’m gonna cum,” he moaned hoarsely, slamming harder and harder into me. He dug his fingers into my hips and pushed deeper inside me, hitting a spot I didn’t know existed. I arched my back, opened my mouth to scream but the intensity of the orgasm ripping through me had stolen my breath. My hips bucked wildly as I felt him pour into me, every pulse inside me setting off another wave of pleasure.

Finally, he collapsed beside me on the bed and gasped for air. My legs fell wide, and I shivered, feeling his cum slowly leak out of me.

“Next time,” he said between gulps of air, “next time, you’re on top.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/8ql1kd/teasing_teacher